Life with my Little Sister

"Yeah...! You're gonna do it here..."

What I was put through was a square called the front yard.

That's where we are.

Collect soldiers and stuff at the castle and become kings from the high part of the castle up ahead. What a speech or something, that place.

That's where the ring is made on purpose.

There are other seats on the ground that feel like great people will be seated ~ … and there are even impromptu viewing seats hung like curtains.

(Nah...)

I want to go home now.

The knights of the guard are already in place and strangely obscure.

However, some of them were showing some hasty moves, and I could also see that there was a little more time until the start.

"Whoa! Whoa! You're a prodigy, aren't you?"

From right in front of me, a tall skinhead man walked in.

He wears incompatible magical guidance on a musculoskeletal flesh that seems to name warriors and adventurers.

The man is smiling at me, but I'm afraid of his eyes.

Like a drug addict - if you say so, it's rude, but it has an unusual light.

…………

Cut, Mr. Filomena, who is holding hands with me, tied his mouth.

Maybe she doesn't really like this guy.

(I don't know, keep your head down without difficulty)

When he breaks his hips, the man turns his odd smile on me again.

"Its young - no, it's young, and I hear it's the owner of the great talent of witchcraft! Hey, that's great...... Huh!

That's Osama, isn't it? Who is it?

"Oh, this is rude! My name is Gregorio. There is a magician who dreams of bringing magical miracles to everything in this country."

Mr. Filomena gives in and captures me.

"Master Gregorio is a kingdom nobleman and one of the court magicians"

You're such a great guy.

Again, I was well thankful.

The skinhead man laughs haha casually.

"It's good, keep your head up, please. You and the sorcerer, I am the sorcerer. Isn't that where the difference is! If we are compatriots who bring the benefits of magic into the world, we have no choice but to bring our identities up and down there."

"The benefit of witchcraft...... is it?

"Master Left, we magicians are truly superior. Isn't there more justification than a man flirting with 'I am noble' because my ancestors had merit! It is at the hands of our magicians that we help the world develop, and it is only with the help of our magicians that we save the world from demons! Mages really deserve to take the helm of this country...... Don't you think so?

What, what's this guy's 'idea'?

You've heard of him somewhere?

As I was thinking, Mr. Filomena was pinching his mouth.

"Dear Gregorio, that is a far too radical idea. In some cases, it's disrespectful, isn't it?

"... oh, this is rude"

Gregorio lowered his skin tone head but his eyes are not laughing.

It feels like I'm having intense dissatisfaction.

The man recreates the superb grin and speaks to me.

"I'm counting on you, Gregorio, to bring us new magical possibilities, right?

Holding my hand tight, the man left.

Soon Mr. Filomena will take out the handkerchief and wipe the gossip and my hands.

"… Master Gregorio is one of the central figures of an ideological group"

"- Is that them, handing out billas in a magic exam venue?

"Yeah, only a mage is worth it, and it's that bunch of people who look down on the unwieldy as' useless people '"

…………

I've only seen the 'terminal' before, right? Is that the executive class?

As long as you have the witchcraft qualities, it is in a way extreme and fair for a bitch like me to think of you as a 'compatriot'...

"Hey, that's a fuzzy way of thinking"

"I'm glad Alt-kun isn't the kind of kid who 'tunes in'."

That's right.

People don't deserve magic.

I've never been able to drive a car before, but I still think it would be odd if someone said, 'All those who don't have a license are worthless'.

As it were for a while, now comes a knight in silver armor.

He's a young man in his late twenties or even in his thirties.

He looks pretty neat and looks fancy with the weapons he's wearing.

When he came before me, he thanked me with respect.

But it feels too frigid somewhere.

"Uh, you...?

"Excuse me. I am a knight serving the Grand Duke of Fernstra, and my name is Farentein. It was up to me to come up like this when I heard it sounded like a sound and I could see a young genius magician. Later, get to know each other."

Is the Grand Duke a rumor that the current royal family is bored or not with the Frasevelc family? Why such a place...

The young knight, named Farrentein, grins refreshingly.

"Helpful people are what anybody wants. It is up to our Lord to think that it would be good to keep our faces connected."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. The Grand Duke of heaven knows about 'me'...

Farentein laughs as if he had read his mind.

"The public has a genius to compete with Her Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, but the Grand Duke is also keen to collect talent. Naturally, you are also a future candidate for minister."

"- The Knight Hall. Alt-kun is here as a candidate for Her Royal Highness?

Mr. Filomena is interrupting the conversation.

But, well, it would certainly be disrespectful and disrespectful to make drawn-out remarks in the context of an exam to select a princess's subordinate. Because it would be a simple takeover.

The young knight laughed that this was rude.

"To be honest, a young child doesn't know how to grow up. It sounds good when it comes to chunks of possibilities, but from the opposite point of view, you can also think of a line that goes in a negative direction. Even if you're now called a prodigy and you look like a genius, if you take a long shot, it could also mean that it was' a form of fantasy '. So if you were to put your back down and scout someone named Alto Crane Putt, you'd need a few more years."

Open up...

Well, it's a lot better than being gutted out at the moment.

I can't believe you want to say it's about 'show your face' this time.

Mr. Filomena asks questions suspiciously.

"... So the knight went out of his way to the king's capital to show his face?

"No. My - and what our Lord desires is a generation of geniuses, the great inventor of rare times, Charles Essen, the man. Our Lord wants to add him to the Tabernacle. But Essen seems to be surrounded by the Elves and has no clue. There are only a few pieces of information that can be purchased by hearsay, so I came to Wang Capital thinking that Mr. was working directly."

Farentein looks weak.

"To the boulder, I didn't think I'd get any information so far. The Melrose Foundation, which is hostile to the nobility of the Wang capital and the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce, has not grasped any information about the person. This is a more realistic and even cloudy situation for someone at the Elf Chamber of Commerce to think of as' that's what they call it '."

Given the report to the Lord, the knight laughed that his head ached.

Well, besides the fact that there's no such thing as' Essen 'originally, you'd also be mindful of leaking information that it's Chairman Shorcina's cute personality, so isn't it hard to find it?

In the first place, I asked Essen himself, 'Do you want to go to the Grand Duke?' If I asked, I'd say, 'No, I don't want to.'

The knight says.

"For me, watching this exam is, in other words, a mood swing. When you're done, you'll be out of town again to gather information. - Depending on your struggle, we may really scout you, so good luck."

The Grand Duke's men left.

Philomena explains:

"Speaking of Knight Farentein, he is a man known as the famous general under the Grand Duke. I suppose the great aristocrats really want Essen around sending such a big man."

"But Essen is an inventor of nail clipper, or epileptic sharpening, right?

I have the impression that I only make daily necessities, so I can't get a pin.

"Alt-kun. Essen is a genius. It's a level where history has a name, even if it's just one tire invention. Of course the Faenstras want it."

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"Besides, it's not just Essen. The marquis will want Bavaria, a culinary researcher, and Prima, who is bright on drugs. So the nobles will look to the Shorcina Chamber of Commerce, which holds all of those brilliant inventors."

Did the invention to enrich life attract extra people?

Should I weigh myself a little?

Next time, let me talk to the president of the Chamber of Commerce... And you seem to be bothering me, so I need to apologize...

Depressed, I saw another person approaching me again.

I was only horrified for a moment, then just a little, alert.

"Long time no see, Alt-kun"

What came was a familiar sweet sister, Mr. Tordi, a magician from the civilian population.

And behind it, you can also see that literary girlish glasses daughter Lewis.

(I don't know many people in my pull life, but with a lot of visitors...)

If you're dating someone who won't be embarrassed, you're welcome.